Propane Pro-Pain

Rotting to the core
Pleasing humanity and the world
We are creatures of bad habits
Raised by inhumane savages
I’ll seize to please
Learn to hate and be content
To the world that never gave a fuck about me
Take out the cold, TAKE OUT THE COLD
The pressures in my head!
I feel my eyes, closing tighter
This mind’s not mine, it’s taking over
Fueled by hate, call it my ruler
Machete on my side not afraid to use her
Increase the speed, decrease the peace
The morals of our fucking race
Eager to sleep, restless at ease
It’s what we strive as human beings
Come in arms length and you’ll find out
I’m the last of my kind and I won’t die OUT!!!
PROPANE PRO-PAIN!